So, this is October.
I’ve spent most of the year working hard on one revision of one book (now off to last beta). I’m crawling back into first-draft writing, fighting perfectionism all the way and letting the words—good, bad, and ugly–flow, creep, stomp or drift on to the page.
October, changeable and moody. Drizzle-grey. Glorious skies of bright blue. Wet-dark bark and luminous-yellow leaves. T-shirt weather. Winter-coat temps.
We’ve been schooling since August, and it’s telling. Took a couple days off earlier in the month, took another couple off this week (coinciding nicely with a Grampa visit and the rebuilding of stairs to the yard.)
October. Our late-turning maples turned yellow overnight. The willow shed its tiny narrow leaves all over the yard. Bare branches against leaden clouds. Early nightfall.
The question has not been what I need to do, but what I should neglect. Benign neglect has such a nice let-live ring to it. Let children have time and space to play their own ways and think their own thoughts. Let stories simmer, with an occasional stir to bring things up to the surface. Let blogs get a little dusty and a little forlorn while their owners bake bread, cook stew, read books, watch stars explode.
Let time pool in stillness until November comes around with a stick and sparklers to shake things up again.
What have you been neglecting lately?